26.12.08
Religion and other hairy businesses
My connection with the Danish church has never been stronger since I moved to Holland. There was the time of my confirmation where I spend some time learning about Christianity, but now I try to come at the Danish Seaman church in R’dam every Friday for dinner.
It’s quite nice to meet all these Danish people who are now damed in the Rotter. And 5 euros all you can eat is also very attractive.
The Church is just 2 minutes from the school, so it was almost obvious when we decided to have our Kaospilot Christmas party there because they have the room and kitchen to do it in.
The only thing our sweet priest Line and the church servant Poul requested was that we would clean up the garden. So all of team 2 turned up to pull up weed and remove the disturbingly big amount of trash that the river Mass had pushed into the shore at the church.
After a good hour work we were done and took the trampoline and jumped onto the HUGE amount of weed we collected. And so, the party could happen next Saturday.
The night of the moustache
Our brave Icelandic lad, sir Unnsteinn, had taken on the task of project manage the Christmas party. And so it was decided that he wanted to get married to the sweet Dutch girl Kim. Now, for you that do not know, Unnsteinn is homosexual with pressure on homo and Kim already has a boyfriend. But what does Kaospilots not do to change the world.
The Aarhus Kaospilots where invited and 18 of them showed up in mini busses. All of them dresses up and in different costumes because we where all given parts in this winter wedding. I was the sexist boss of Unnsteinn and had my own towel factory (Hot Towels) hence the ugly moustache in the picture below!
A great night and a beautiful day next morning when I took the Aarhus people for a tour around the city. Great people those Kaospilots.
In a few days my moustache had been called “a polish image-maker”, “the handlebar of ugly”, “HA HA HA HA” (mostly said by people who saw me the first time with a moustache), “the definition of a father” and after a few days it was even called “cool” and “cult”. It’s gone now, thank god!
